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I want to understand
how you move our money.

Well, I can be on site
within 12 hours

to begin withdrawing funds
from your Caracas accounts.

I convert to bonds
as an air gap safeguard

so that
the liquid capital

cannot be electronically tracked.

I then reconvert for deposit,

and the funds are
controlled here digitally.

You can access your accounts
from anywhere in the world.

What guarantees
do we have?

Of safety, security?

Your reputation
precedes you, but...

We are not men you fail.

Gentlemen,

nobody can rob a bank
that's always on the move.

♪

Our portfolios.

You protect them
with your life.

You understand?

I do.

I shall begin setting up
your accounts immediately.

In the meantime,

an attendant will be in
with some beverages.

(CLANGS)

♪

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

♪

REDDINGTON: Mierce's
worked wonders
for you, Weecha.

Your recovery so far

is absolutely remarkable.

What you both have
accomplished is a miracle.

Maybe it's time for me
to get back to work.

Weecha, you were nearly dead

a week ago.

You need to continue to rest.

Eat good food, take naps,

read a book,
listen to music.

I belong
out there with you.

You belong here getting
stronger with your sister,

if she'll stay.

I'm getting
the cold shoulder.

She told me she still thinks

this place is no good.

For whom?

Any of us.

She needs time.

She said a fire ceremony

may help guide her path.

A fire ceremony

in an Airstream?

Exactly what does
one of those entail?

Can you do it outside
on the grill?

Raymond, stop it.

She said she needs to consult
the other side for guidance.

Who on the other side,
and what other side?

Mierce,
we're right here.

(KNOCKING)
Yes?

Marvin.
Hello.

Oh, this must be
the famous Mierce.

Hello. I'm Marvin.

Raymond has told me
so much about you

and how glad
he is that you're back.

Raymond
says a lot of things.

Oh, did I come
at a bad time?

I've experienced
hostage situations

that are less tense
than this trailer.

I keep visiting,
and the trailer

seems to keep
getting smaller

and smaller
and smaller, and...

I don't know,
I guess time will tell.

Keep your fingers, legs,
and eyes crossed.

But I sent you on a chase.

I hope it wasn't of
the "wild goose" variety.

Ah.

This is a statement
of the bank account
in question.

The same one used to pay
for the murders

of the Lacroixs
and Reggie Cole.

You were right,
it's a numbered account
held at Caelum Bank.

Heaven's vault.

Marvin, I haven't done
any banking

with Harris Gramercy
in, what?

Years. And no new accounts

have been opened
in your absence.

You still hold
several accounts
on that plane.

Those accounts
are still active?

Yeah, we never
closed them.

No place
is safer than Caelum
for those funds.

Fair point.

Raymond,
someone had access
to this account

and paid
for those murders,

and they may
also be responsible

for the death
of Kate's sister, Maureen.

Problem is
it's a joint account.

Electronic petty cash,

accessible worldwide
for operational expenses.

Do you know how many
of our people had access?

Like,
where do we start?

We start on the plane.

The scary call
is very much

coming from
inside the house.

So you reached out to me?

Well, we've had experience
together with Caelum Bank.

Before you take on Gramercy,
you better be sure.

Someone paid
for the deaths
of Reggie Cole,

Tyson Lacroix,
Michelle Lacroix,

and used a Reddington
account to do it.

This same someone
blackmailed Harold Cooper

and is almost
certainly responsible
for Elizabeth's death

and probably the same
for Maureen Rowan.

Look into my eyes.

I believe
every word of it.

That's your assurance.

It's a bank on a plane,
actually several planes,

with one main branch
with a man named
Harris Gramercy

as the chairman, president,
and head teller.

It operates like
a ghost plane.

No flight plans filed
and no GPS transponder.

On top of which,

its onboard severs
are protected from
outside interference

with elliptic curve cryptography.

No one
is hacking their way
inside there.

I've never
been this close
to an answer.

I'm inches away,
and I can't get it.

I need Harris Gramercy

to tell me who accessed
that account.

And you and I both know
he's the only person who can.

Caelum works under
strict secrecy.

Both the accounts and clients
are identified by numbers,

and only verified clients
may access the accounts.

Val Messick
was the assassin
paid to kill

the Lacroixs and Cole.

He was paid with
Reddington's account 4626329.

So we just need the number

of the client who accessed it.

That's not
gonna be enough.

We need to match
a number to a name.

You can't force Gramercy
to give you information.
That won't work.

Who said anything
about forcing?

By the time I'm finished,

he'll be happy to
give me what I want.

You're gonna run a con
on the president Caelum Bank?

I can't very well
put a gun to his head,

not with
the friends he has.

Once we get him
on the ground,

I'm sure Harris
will be reasonable.

If we help you with this,

once this is over,
the FBI keeps him.

Whatever you want.
What do I care?

But you're losing focus.

Gramercy
isn't the goal here,

finding Elizabeth's
killer is.

My focus is clearing
Harold Cooper's name.

If the information
on that plane

helped
to vindicate that man,
that's my goal.

So how do we ground him?

Raymond has a plan,

but the FAA
isn't going to like it.

Hey, um, can we talk?
I have news.

Of course,
but we're gonna need

to get on it
to find this plane.

Right, I'm sorry,
but I heard from
Main Justice.

They processed your review,

and they're revoking
your field status

due to medical liabilities.

I can't let you work
this case, at least...

At least
not in the field.

You know, I was talking
with a friend recently

about the first time
I ever flew on this plane,

and it was a turbulent
ride then.

Of course that's also
a turbulent friendship now.

I guess no matter
where you are,

you should prepare
for rough air.

(CHUCKLES) Raymond,
you have a lot of money
in this bank,

which is why
I was obligated
to take this meeting.

So, what
can I do for you?

I need a favor, Harris.

Oh, what's this?
A cricket score?

(CHUCKLES)
You know what it is.

You have every account
on this plane

locked up
in that safe deposit
box mind of yours.

That one belongs to me.

I need the name
of the last person

who made a withdrawal
from that account.

It's your account.

You should already know
who's accessing it.

It is my account, so you
should have no problem

telling me who made
the withdrawal.

Oh, you know the rules.
No names. If my clients
found out...

I'm a client.

It's my money.

Why would
anyone else care?

If I were
to give out one name,

the perception would be

that I'm likely to
give out others.

If someone is accessing
your money,

it's because they had
permission from you.

And if you don't know
who that is, well,

I'm afraid
there's nothing else
I can tell you.

(BEEPING)

RESSLER: How's
the tracker holding up?

We've got him pinpointed
within a geographic meter.

You want me to what?

ARAM: Under Title II of
the Intelligence Reform

and Terrorism
Prevention Act of 2004,

the FBI has authority
to investigate any threats

to national security pursuant...

What language
are you speaking?

As acting director
of an FBI task force,

I have a credible threat
of terrorist action

to US Route 1.

The Overseas Highway?

Ground all
flight traffic. Now.

I've got six flights
leaving Key West.

I've got a billionaire
landing at Key Largo,

and I've got a soccer team

sitting on the runway
in Marathon.
You want me to...

Ground them all.

Or my next call will be
to the Air Force

to ground them for you.

We can start with a plane that
is not on your ground radar.

I have its coordinates.

PILOT: Uh, excuse me, sir.

We've just been informed
we're currently over
United States airspace

and must land
under its authority.

Have they told you why?

No, sir. But we were
encouraged to comply

under threat
of the US Air Force.

Well, then,
by all means, comply.

Copy that.

Perhaps we
should drink up.

Is this a problem?

No, nothing that a little
talk or time

or perhaps a small donation
can't fix.

I'm not entirely
comfortable with

an unscheduled
stop like this.

It was better
than an F-16

blasting the two of us
out of the sky.

This feels unsafe, Harris.
Please fix it promptly.

I just need a moment to speak
to whomever is in charge.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE)

FBI. We have
a credible threat,

and we've had to ground
all air traffic now.

If you gentlemen would
give us a second.

We'll inspect your plane
and have you on your way.

Happy to assist
a US agency.

Wait, I know your face.

I know who you are!
You're Raymond Reddington.

Who's he talking about?
Me? I don't know that man.

Redmond Rillington?
I don't know.

AGENT: Let's go.
RESSLER: All right.

Everyone on this plane
is under arrest.

REDDINGTON: What the hell
is happening here?

Hello, Val.
How you been?

You're the fed
who arrested me.

So what?

You've come to personally
escort me to detention?

See this?

I'm not escorting
you anywhere,

and you're not
going to jail.

This is a transfer order.

You're going to
witness protection

because you snitched
on the people who hired you.

I didn't say anything.

This says you did.

And we had you
on triple homicide,

so you must've really
given up the goods.

What are you doing?

You get
handed over to WitSec,

they begin your paperwork
for induction.

That process is long enough
that anyone paying attention,

like the person who hired you,

can get word
that you snitched.

Then WitSec
follows up with me,

and I suddenly
have no record

of you helping
on an active case.

That's when you're
cooling your heels

in central detention.

You, a known snitch,
sitting in gen pop
the length of time

it takes for me
to make up my mind.

That's
a death sentence.

I'm a man with
a lot to lose, Val.

So I really don't
care about you.

Now, I could misplace
this piece of paper,

and then you go to trial
like you're supposed to,

and no one is the wiser.

Triple homicide?

You'll be a big man on campus.

You might even make some
friends to keep you safe.

What do you
want to know?

Who hired you and everything
you were paid to do.

Spare no detail.

I never got a name,

and you know
what I was paid to do.

This van is leaving
in five minutes, Val.

Where do you want it
to take you?

Okay.

There was one thing.

After I killed
Michelle Lacroix,

I was supposed to go
to the Lacroix house,

but you
arrested me first.

And do what at the house?

Burn it to the ground

and start the fire near
Lacroix's desk.

I've had nightmares
that begin this way.

I'm in federal custody.

My plane impounded

full of the most
sensitive banking data
in the world.

Raymond, what the hell
are we gonna do?

Calm down.

Federal or not,
they're all just cops.

I can
get us out of here.

How?

We haven't been given
our phone call yet.

A while ago,
I won a game of roque

against the
lieutenant governor
of Florida.

He owes me a huge favor.

One call gets the both of us
out of here, or just me.

I'm not giving up
a client to you.

If the FBI starts
poking around that plane,

you'll be giving up
a lot more than that.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

You're a real villain,
aren't you?

This villain can have you
airborne within the hour.

One name seems
a small price to pay
for your freedom.

You know what?

This situation, as sudden
and horrible as it is,

seems to have greatly
improved your ability

to make requests,
hasn't it?

What are you trying
to say, Harris?

Under no circumstances
known to God or man
will I cooperate with you.

Well, now you're just
being unreasonable.

It doesn't expose any
of your other clients

to tell me about a transfer
from my own account.

No, it exposes me,

because I represent something...

Trust.

Trust in me.
Trust in my bank.

People come to me
not just to protect
their money,

but to protect
their secrets.

And I do not
divulge names.

I am a man of my word.

And I'm a man of mine.

You should
reconsider, Harris.

Is that a threat?

I'm Redmond Rillington.

I don't have to make threats,
I just have to speak.

(CHUCKLES)

This entire arrest
is a sham.

I mean, were those even
real agents earlier?

I've got nothing to fear.

Just the man
in this cell with you.

It was a nice speech
you gave,

all that trust
and trusting,

but you're certainly
no paragon of virtue, Harris.

I know where the money
in your bank comes from.

Criminals, war lords,
drug dealers,

bankers, and politicians
who've defrauded nations.

Shall we find out
if this 9mm is a sham?

Go to hell.

(GUNSHOT)
Oh!

Gee, I guess it's
a real gun after all.

We have to get in there.

That man may have
the name of the person

who ordered
Liz's murder.

So we do nothing?

Give it a minute.
I'm not losing sleep

over some criminal banker.

Oh, where are the police?

Someone must've
heard that.

But you called it, Harris.
There are no police.

This isn't even
an active station.

That's why they brought
us in the back door.
It's just you and me.

I need an ambulance.

I need a name.

I keep a backup log
of all transactions
with a colleague in Riga,

just numbers on paper.

Oh, God.

I didn't want it
to play out like this,

but now that it has,

just get me the name.

(DIALING)

It's me.

Ego confido in pecunia 123.

I need
the transfer history

of account number 4626329.

Just... Just give me
the last line details.

Client 4836924, got it.

Okay, 4836924.

You know who it is, tell me.

Hawkins.

Hedwig Hawkins.

Heddie?

That can't be.

Numbers don't lie.

♪

Wait, I... I need
an ambulance!

It'll be here.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

You followed me down here?

You are absolutely
incorrigible, sweetheart.

Your sister allowed this?

She didn't know I left.

She was out shopping
for her ceremony.

Oh, my God, we are
going to pay and pay.

At least give her a call,
let her know you're safe.

I told you you're
not well enough yet.

If something happens...

You needed a ride,
so sit back.

Thank you.

Jesus.

This is
Federal Agent Zuma.

I need an ambulance
for a gunshot wound

at gulf and aviation
right now.

This blood's dark. I think
the bullet hit his liver.

I knew this would happen.

Look, we got the name,
didn't we?

We did.
God help Heddie.

This is all from
Lacroix's home office?

I had an evidence team
bag every shelf and cabinet
near his desk.

It's where Val Messick
was told to start the fire.

It stands to reason
someone wanted

to make sure it burned
more than anywhere else.

I'll start at this end,
you start at that end.

You know why I'm here
helping you

and not down in Florida
with the rest of the team?

I figured you'd tell me
when you were comfortable.

I've been demoted
to a desk role.

The headaches?

I don't blame Aram.

He only did what I asked.
I was honest in my own review.

He did his job
by submitting it.

But I'm frustrated.

Believe me, I know
a thing or two

about feeling
frustrated lately.

We just keep working.

How was Gramercy
when you left?

RESSLER: Headed into surgery.

He'd lost a lot of blood.
It was 50/50.

It gets worse.

He realized it was a ruse
before Raymond shot him.

He didn't think
we were real FBI.

Which means, if he survives,
we have to let him go.

It's the only way to
protect Mr. Reddington.

We need
to protect Heddie.

Is it conceivable

she could be behind
any of this?

DEMBE: All we have is an
account that led to her name.

We don't know enough yet.

Reddington will kill her.

He's already left
one person for dead.

We need to
keep Heddie alive.

I told Raymond, this isn't
just about the person

that ordered
Elizabeth's death.

This is also
about that person
framing Harold.

ARAM: Dembe's right.

Whatever Heddie knows,
whatever she's done...

She is Mr. Cooper's
best chance.

We need to stay ahead
of Reddington.

Does anyone know
where Heddie is?

Miami.
She has a condo in Miami.

There's a helipad
in Islamorada.

I'll send a chopper.

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

♪

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

♪

HEDDIE: You want that one?
(SQUAWKS)

Oh, what a good girl.

One more strawberry.
You want that one?

(GASPS) Good puppy.
You want that one?

All I can hear right now
is Heddie's laugh.

All these years, that laugh.

Oh! No, no, no, no.

(CHUCKLES) It's Heddie.

I guarantee it's unlocked.

Voila.

(PARROT SQUAWKS)

She was just here.

And then
she was tipped off.

Okay, I-I-I got out.

DEMBE: We'll be on the ground
in five minutes.

We'll pick you up
around the corner
at Flamingo Park.

I'm on my way.

DEMBE: Is it true?

Is what true?

I-I don't even know
what I'm being accused of.

Did you have something to do
with Keen's death?

What?

How could you...
Is that what you think?

Is that what Raymond thinks?

Okay, I don't know
what's going on here,

but I never did anything
to hurt Elizabeth.

You have to believe me.

Dembe, come on.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Actually, Heddie, he's the one
you'll have to convince.

Raymond.

I know you have her.

We're just trying
to keep her safe.

Do you know what she might
have been a part of?

What she could be
responsible for?

Raymond, you're blinded
by anger right now.

You'd execute this woman
before you can get answers.

Harold is counting
on those answers,

so is the rest of the FBI,

and so are you.

You cannot kill Heddie
before you get the truth.

I tell you what this
reminds me of.

The coast of
Madagascar in 2010,

on that stunning
Spirit's Loop,

all that beautiful mahogany
bright work.

What was it? 80, 90 feet?

111.

(CHUCKLES)

And then we saw the skiffs,

pirates out of Nacala.

I wanted to fight.

We were certainly
armed for it.

High seas adventure.

But you insisted
we stand down.

What was it you said to me?

Surrendering loses us
nothing we'll miss

but gives them
the world.

Not one shot was fired.

They took the boat,
the brandy, my Sea-Dweller...

I loved that watch.

You got another.

Spent six hours,
us and the crew
in that tiny life raft.

Ah, Dembe,

I've always respected
your level-headedness,

your refusal to just say yes,

your willingness to put me
in my place.

I hardly see how what I said
then applies to now.

No, I don't either.

I was just killing time
till we caught up with you.

(ENGINE REVVING)

♪

Hello, Heddie, let's go.

All right.
(GROANS)

You're coming with us.

(ENGINE REVS)

♪

Harold, take
a look at this.

Lacroix had a hell
of a movie collection,
right?

Then I opened this one.

ARAM: All right, there's
some minor security here,

just a password protection.

Give me a minute
to go ahead,
and here we go.

It's loading now.

So what is it?

Looks like a digitized record
of payment of some kind.

Both Lacroix
and Reggie Cole
were involved

in those
civil settlement shakedowns.

Could this be that?

Got a lot
of names here.

That scam must've
been a lot bigger

than Lacroix and Cole.

Let's look for the names
with the biggest numbers
next to them.

Here.

Lawrence Knell
and Angela Sherwood.

Who were they?

Angela Sherwood for sure
and, yep, Knell, too.

They're both lawyers
at the same law firm.

Let's find out
what they know.

Where are you two headed?

We got a lead.
Maybe promising.
We don't know yet.

Can I come
with you guys?

You don't know
what you're walking into.

No, I can't let you.

It'd be a violation
of bureau protocol.

And I have to pay attention
to that stuff now.

Sorry, Alina,
but you're out of the field.

MARVIN: I can't believe this.

Gramercy died in surgery

two hours ago
of a gunshot wound.

Collateral damage
was always a possibility.

News is spreading
like wildfire,

and his people knew
he was meeting with you.

I've got half
the criminal underworld

asking me if my boss

murdered the head
of Caelum Bank.

Do you understand?

I do. I just don't care.

I have what I was after,
and I'm bringing her back.

Her?

It was Heddie, Marvin.

All roads led to Heddie.

And so help me,
she will atone for her sins.

I'm taking her
to the warehouse

where I'm going
to really get to know
my old friend, Heddie.

Well, if that's the case,

I might be able to add
to your interrogation.

How so?

When you asked me to look
into that bank account,

that wasn't
the only digging I did.

Now, I don't want to
speak too soon,

I still have to confirm
something first,

but, uh, I may have
a special guest

for you by the time
you're back.

We'll be there
in three hours.

We have your names here.

We have dollar amounts.

Reginald Cole was bringing
cases to Tyson Lacroix

who fraudulently
settled those cases
and kept the money.

If the two of you
weren't involved,

then you knew about it.
How long do you thin...

Can we stop you
right there?

We know we're screwed.

We knew we were screwed
the minute you showed
up at the firm.

We'll deal.
We want statutory immunity,

and we'll tell you
what we know.

This isn't difficult.

Give me a sample.

We can give you names,
more names than are
in that document.

Lacroix might've kept records,
but he wasn't Claudius.

We can't give you
Claudius, though.

We don't have
that information.

Claudius? Who's that?

The mastermind.

The architect of the whole
damn spider's web.

He dreamed
the whole thing up.

Forcing settlements while
never repping the clients

and pocketing
all the money?

It was genius.

Every one of us
kicked back
a percentage

of every
case to Claudius.

There must have been a way
you kept in touch with him.

Everything was done
through anonymous
e-mails, burner phones,

real cloak-and-dagger-type
stuff.

Personally, I never
believed there really
was a Claudius.

Somebody somewhere would say
they met him or her,

but I never did.

Me neither.

Like I said, we can
give you other names.

KNELL: We can't help you
with the one name
you'd really want.

Raymond, I-I'm innocent.

I-I don't understand
what's going on,
but I'm telling you...

No, no, no, please,

I've heard every variation
on that theme before,

and I don't want
to hear it again.

No more bloviating.

What does that mean?

It means I could wax poetic
about the nature of betrayal

or be begging your forgiveness
for the rest of this flight,

and you know what?

Either way,
I talk too much
and so do you.

I'm tired.

So, please,
do me a favor
and shut up.

(POPS)
Ah.

What have you done?

You know everything
we're looking for depends

on the answers
Heddie can provide,

not to mention you
almost killed Dembe
and Ressler.

I most certainly
did not.

The airbags deployed,
and their egos were bruised.

You can't say that
for Harris Gramercy,
I found out.

That was poor luck,
but it provided me

with one of the answers
I'm looking for.

If you kill that woman,
we'll lose everything valuable

she has to say about
that's been going on,

including how to find
this mastermind Claudius.

I could never let her testify
in open court, Harold.

You know that.

What are you gonna do?

I'll hold my own trial.

Don't worry, I'll get
answers for the both of us,

you can count on it.

Agent Park, are you here
to make a claim for Heddie,
as well?

I came to ask a favor.

(SIGHS)

I have a lot on my mind
this evening,

but what can I do for you?

I want to help.

I was thinking,
with all that's going on...

You want a job?

Not a job, just to stay
a part of this.

If you're close
to Keen's killer...

I'm good at what I do.

Hmm, that's quite
a bold line
for me to cross.

I admit I made
that leap before,
but at the moment,

I'm swimming in hot water with
Harold and the FBI as it is.

The FBI doesn't
want me anymore.

They've made that clear.

Alina, I can see
you're suffering.

And with your maladies
as they are...

(LIQUID POURING)
...there's no task

I can afford or even feel
right about offering you.

You know, I've had
about all I can stand
of people telling me

what I can and can't do.

I'm sorry, I've made enough
mistakes for one day.

You're making
another one
right now.

I can't help you today,
Agent Park.

I need to attend
to another matter at hand.

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I can
take care of myself.

WEECHA: Raymond,
Heddie is waking up.

We'll talk tomorrow.

You should exit
out the back.

♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

This is it.

Not one stone
has been unturned.

The lawyers were a dead end.
Reddington has Heddie.

We can't give up.

I appreciate your faith,
but what else is there to do?

We do it all again.

All of this?

Park found that payout record
on a disc somewhere

where it wasn't
supposed to be.

What else is here
that we might've missed?

We didn't miss anything.

You want to bet
your life on that?

Or do you want to help me
look again?

♪

♪

Didn't expect
anyone to be here.

Oh, I guess I just
love my job...

Double-checking
Tyson Lacroix's entire

John Grisham
movie collection.

You've been gone a while.
You okay?

I went to Reddington
and offered him my help.

Don't worry.
He rejected me, too.

I don't have a place
there, either.

Of course not,
because your place
is here with us.

I know desk work doesn't have
the thrill of the field,

but what we do in here,

it saves lives, too.

Help save mine. Right now,
I could really use you.

ARAM: Here.

Take the other half
of this pile.

I think I'm going cross-eyed.

Marvin will be back
in a moment.

Now is the time
to speak freely.

You think that I had
something to do

with Elizabeth's death?

But why?

What reason
would I have?

History's full of
unlikely characters
and unlikely events.

But how?

The coordination alone,
forget about the planning,

and you never found out?

That's something
you actually believe?

You either had help
or you helped someone else.

Well, helped who?

(DOOR OPENS)
Or helped from who?

From where?

Do I look anything other
than hopelessly alone
right now?

Raymond,
this is Micky Croft.

Micky is the arms trade
along the Canadian border.

Yes, I know who he is.

Your reputation precedes you
as reasonable and reliable.

Likewise.

I was looking for
any of our people
who might've been disloyal,

maybe shopped
around their services,

and that's when
I found Micky,
heard his story.

She came to me...

Has to be three years ago now.

Said she was looking
for employment opportunities,

said she was done
with how you ran things.

She showed me how
you cook your books.

She's a real whiz
with dodging tax law.

Yes, she is.

I only listened 'cause
I thought she was

all the way
gone from you.

Heddie?

What do you
want me to say?

You never thought
I was anything special.

I was overlooked.

So I went
hunting for work.

Should I be killed
for wanting a better job?

Micky, I appreciate
you coming.

I won't forget it.

Now if you wouldn't mind
finding your way back out

to the comfort
of Marvin's car.

MARVIN: Thanks, Micky.

♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Let's get on with it.

It's late.
Sun will be up soon.

♪

Make it quick.

♪

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you want a moment?

For what?

Now we have to deal
with the fact

that I killed
Harris Gramercy.

His clients will be
out for blood.

You want to deal
with that this minute?

We'll fly to Latvia.

Several of his biggest clients
are based thereabouts.

If we can call a meeting,
perhaps we can plead our case.

Jet's waiting
on the runway.

(GUNSHOT)

Marvin, you coming?

Hey, hon.
I know it's late.

I'll be here a while.

They need me.

I'm watching a wedding video
of two people that are dead.

Hey, you asked.

Okay, I'll text you when...

Hon, I got to go.

One of the videos
was the Lacroix wedding.

Exactly as it was
labeled, right?

Nothing to see there.

Except I watched it anyway.

You were right.
It's not a thrill,

but damn it
if desk work

isn't gonna save your life.

WOMAN: Okay, that's enough
embarrassing stories.

And now for someone
who's very special

to both
Tyson and Michelle,

a lifelong friend
and Tyson's best man.

MARVIN: To Michelle and Tyson,
I love you guys so much.

May I only find my own
Michelle one day.

To Michelle and Tyson.

May their marriage
be blessed forever.

Cheers.

So it's 8:00 a.m.
in Latvia.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)

We have 10 hours
of flying time...

Hold that thought.

Harold.
Where are you?

I'm on the plane.

Red eye to Riga.

Marvin's here, too.

Reddington,
listen to me carefully.

You cannot trust
Marvin Gerard.

Come again?

Tyson Lacroix
and Marvin Gerard

were old friends.

They've known each other
for decades.

Reddington, I can't
connect all the dots,

but something is very wrong.

Harold, I appreciate
the call.

(BEEPS)

What is Edward doing?
Are we gonna take off soon?

He's probably
flipping switches,
checking gauges,

plotting our course.

♪

What... What's going on?

What is this? I don't...
I don't understand.

I'm sure Heddie
is as interested as I am

to hear how and why
you did what you did.

So I'm gonna
have a drink.

I'll pour. Hm.

And I hope your story is good.
Your life depends on it.

♪

(DEEP PURPLE'S CHILD IN TIME
PLAYS)

♪

MARVIN: I am the most loyal
to you and always have been.

But I never swore an oath
to Elizabeth Keen.

I never made it a secret
that I didn't trust her.

She was unworthy
and unqualified.

To have her run things?

Over my dead body.

Careful what you
wish for, Marvin.

Everything I did,

I did in the best interest
of your empire.

After Elizabeth's death,
when you took off,

I kept things going
as best I could,

and I did
a pretty damn good job.

When you came back, I...

I thought you'd
finally be over it.

You've lived your life
with so much death and loss.

You've always
gotten over it.

But you were
utterly determined

to get to the bottom
of how she died.

And I couldn't
let that happen.

I tried everything I could
to slow you down, to stop you.

I went after your money.

I had my own
friends killed.

I went after Harold.

Nothing worked.

You just kept coming.

So then you went after me.

Serving you up, Heddie,
was a last resort

to protect my life
with Raymond.

That's all I am anymore.

That's my life...

Raymond Reddington.

What a waste.

What a terrible,
terrible waste.

♪ You'd better close your eyes

♪ Oh...

How did you
figure it out?

I didn't.

♪ Bow your head ♪

I've gone over it
and over it,

thought of it
and thought of it.

I remember the day
Elizabeth died

better than entire years
of my life.

I remember what she wore,
the smell of rain in the air.

The sound of her voice.
The last words she spoke.

The look in her eyes
in that moment,

that last moment
when she looked at me,

as if for the first time

seeing me
for who I really was.

But I'd forgotten
about the headache

until today when Agent Park
was in front of me

with her headache
and a glass shattered.

All the time
I spent agonizing
over that GPS tracker

that Elizabeth ingested,

where it came from.

But I'd forgotten
about Elizabeth's headache.

The morning of her death,

we stopped by your office
to sign some paperwork,

transfer some holdings.

We had tea.

She had coffee.

What was in it?

She got a headache,
and you gave her aspirin.

That's how you bugged her.

You did it
right in front of me.

Why this ruse with Heddie
at the warehouse,

the... The gunshot.

HEDDIE: I can answer that.

Raymond wanted
to make you feel safe.

Feel safe for what?

To get you on the plane.

It'll be a nice, long flight,
give us time to clear

your offices and apartment,
the place at the beach.

Enough time to sift
through everything

and decide
what to do with you.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Don't you need
to get that?

Actually, it's for you.

Excuse me?

When I drove
to the warehouse,

I didn't know
if I was in the clear yet

so I put a small
insurance plan in place...

Just in case.

(BEEPS)

♪

I sent a panic alert
with this watch
five minutes ago.

If my shooter
doesn't hear from me

in the next two minutes,

he'll splatter
her lovely mind
all over that trailer.

I'm walking
off this plane,

and you are
going to let me.

Oh!
Weecha!

Weecha! You'll kill him.

Stop it! Stop it.

(GAGS)

I never wanted any of this.

You've had an odd way
of showing it.

You... You're the one
who showed me the way.

Those recordings
you left for Elizabeth

telling her how
to run things...

I ran them
while you were gone.

I've run them
since you've been back.

May the best man win,
old friend.

Good luck, Claudius.

HEDDIE: Oh, Raymond,
help! Please!

REDDINGTON:
Weecha, Weecha, Weecha.

Weecha, Weecha?

♪